Okay, I know I said I won't post anymore negative stuff. But p-lease. It's only bad stuff that's exciting, i'nn'it? What's that phrase? Negative bias. Yeah well, it's usually the embarassing/angering/saddening things that we brood about, that we think about. So I'm not surprised that I've already broken the "write about good stuff" promise.

Sorry I didn't post sooner, but when I wanted to yesterday, there was some kind of bug affecting Google. I couldn't bloody type. I couldn't even sign in! Very frustrating, I can tell you. That was one of the few times I got mad at Google, even though I was using their map for my Geography folio. I suddenly wasn't so grateful.

Yesterday, I went to school feeling a li'l aggrieved. You see, on Thursday (here we go with the choronicles!), a classmate did something rather disgusting (read: lewd) to another classmate. Of course, Classmate 2 got mad and tried to give Classmate 1 his due, but laughing all the while. And so did the others. In fact, the only unsmiling face was my own. I was stricken, shocked that she did not seem as angry as I expected, weird as that may sound.

It reminds me of another instance in my class when boys were pelting pieces of paper at the girls' behinds. It was right in front of the teacher, and us girls scattered, but the teacher didn't seem angry - she did not reprimand them in the least. But then, who can? If you do, it's not like they'll understand. I really felt like crying with frustration. Try making a crawling plant stand on its own without tying, and you'll see what I mean. There was, like, no solution. How to make them comprehend the discomfort, embarassment and whatever feelings caused, when they couldn't, unless they themselves were girls.

I have to thank another friend of mine now. I was ranting to him to unburden myself, when he said the most encouraging, reverse-psychological (though I know he does not mean it to be) phrase I could hear: "What can you do? It's all fate." Which absolutely convinces me there IS a way, even if I'm just 13.

What more, it RAINED during assembly. The SPM students were laughing at us. When it started to drizzle, the teacher on stage didn't even seem to notice, and all the more those comfortably seated under the roof. They should've known, I can't help but think - the sky was as dark as a crow's wing, and quite as foreboding. Anyway, the teacher just mentioned that he had to end his speech due to weather complications when the drizzle became an absolute downpour. The students, including myself, of course, bolted. Some even screamed. Yeeowza.

That was pretty dumb.

I would have more to talk about, but I gotta sign off for lunch now. Tata.